[He's hurrying up the stairs as fast as he can, moving awkwardly as he feels one of his legs beginning to grow numb and heavy. But just as he reaches the top, one of the phantoms lunges past him, standing at the exit to keep him trapped inside.]
[At least he can still use his arms -- but with just how slippery it is up here, even defending himself is proving to be difficult...]
[And down below, the phantoms won't make it easy for Itto to get through, the crystalflowers on the ground around him now stained with flecks of blood here and there as the icy cyclones cut through Itto's clothing. Will he destroy the first one in time? Aether's being pushed further and further to the edge, and the spell holding the roots won't last much longer.]
[And of course, no one ever said the flower would go down peacefully once defeated, either.]
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[At least he can still use his arms -- but with just how slippery it is up here, even defending himself is proving to be difficult...]
[And down below, the phantoms won't make it easy for Itto to get through, the crystalflowers on the ground around him now stained with flecks of blood here and there as the icy cyclones cut through Itto's clothing. Will he destroy the first one in time? Aether's being pushed further and further to the edge, and the spell holding the roots won't last much longer.]
[And of course, no one ever said the flower would go down peacefully once defeated, either.]